No one knows what it's like,
To be the bad man,
To be the sad man,
Behind blue eyes,
And no one knows,
What it's like to be hated,
To be fated to telling only lies,
But my dreams they aren't as empty,
As my conscience seems to be,
I have hours, only lonely,
My love is vengeance,
That's never free,
No one knows what its like,
To feel these feelings,
Like I do, and I blame you,
No one bites back as hard,
On their anger,
None of my pain and woe,
Can show through.
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